Quotes by Emma Lazarus
In Heine the Jew there is a depth of human sympathy, a mystic warmth and glow of imagination... an indomitable resistance to every species of bondage.
Jews are the intensive form of any nationality whose language and customs they adopt.
To refer to the Sun article. It seems to me so coarse and vulgar that it deserves no reply from any self-respecting Jew.
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
We who are prosperous and independent have not sufficient homogeneity to champion on the ground of a common creed, common stock, a common history, a common heritage of misfortune, the rights of the lowest and poorest Jew-peddler who flees, for life and liberty of thought, from Slavonic mobs.
Until we are all free, we are none of us free.
My own curiosity and interest are insatiable.
I am perfectly conscious that this contempt and hatred underlies the general tone of the community towards us, and yet when I even remotely hint at the fact that we are not a favorite people I am accused of stirring up strife and setting barriers between the two sects.
I am never going to write for the sake of writing.
Life's sharpest rapture is surcease of pain.
The particular article ought in my opinion to be treated with absolute contempt. It is too vile to touch.
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. - Engrved on Statue of Liberty
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,...
